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Happiness...

Granite1

Granite1

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The pitter patter of little feet on hardwood flooring.

Children laughing, even if they aren't my own.

Legos.

Not stepping on Legos.

Seeing someone truly enjoy something, their smile.

Watching my wife become more beautiful every day.

The smell of campfire, and the fishing hole where I grew up.

My children, my immortality, my reason for being.



What is your happiness?
 
Wow.. what you described there sounds exactly like what me and Mrs Logik really want.
Youre truly a lucky man :beer:
(Id even put up with standing on lego even though its one of the most painful things known to man) :)
 
Making code do things that no one has thought of before.

The very brief moments when I feel like someone likes and/or appreciates me for who I really am with no reservations.

When I can feel an emotional bond with a woman that is actually reciprocated.
 
Legos all over the floor, something that's happened for generations.

But would this be genuine legos as made by the Lego Company, or generic Chinese legos? (seen as the original patent for interlocking plastic bricks expired some years ago)
 
Im sure they all hurt equally :)

Ive actually had a piece of lego in my windpipe lol. Im asthmatic and it somehow got into my pocket and into my inhaler :D
I eventually coughed it out after a major panic. Evil Lego :)
 
Granite1 said:
The pitter patter of little feet on hardwood flooring.

Children laughing, even if they aren't my own.

Legos.

Not stepping on Legos.

Seeing someone truly enjoy something, their smile.

Watching my wife become more beautiful every day.

The smell of campfire, and the fishing hole where I grew up.

My children, my immortality, my reason for being.



What is your happiness?
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the bike starts up first kick after a rebuild.

Nothing from the IRS in the mail.

20 year old single malt

The doctor says nothing is broken or leaking

All of my X's lost my email addy.
 
- Knowing that no matter how cloudy and dark it can get sometimes, the Sun is always up there somewhere.

- Those memories of the kids.. the monkey bars and bikes, the birthday shopping, the school activities and sports for them.. a thousand other things, some said by my friend in the OP.

- My wife. I love her so.
 
Happiness is all of those things that we take for granted.
A healthy family, a reliable job, a trustworthy spouse, quiet nights at home watching tv while the kids do homework, or play their music too loud.
I always believe the old saying that "no news is good news".
When life is quiet and predictable, we should enjoy it more.
You WILL miss it when any part of it is gone.
 
If there is 1 thing... that would make me smile...something I have wanted since I don't know when... then it has got to be this:

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But if there is 1 thing that I want more than anything... anything I could ever dream of... it is just some sanity.

Just a little bit... small... tiny bit.

Just a bit.

I just ask for some.

Not much at all.

Not for mountain loads that go as far as the eye can see.

Just a bit... just a little bit of a hill for me.

just a little mound...

People don't realize how vital that is.

That is what I need.

I need it.

I crave it...

Sanity.

I need it like I need air.

And to me:

Sanity = Happiness.

Simple.

I could be the richest most successful man 10 000 times over and I could still be borderline insane and miserable like I am at times.

No jokes.

There is an extremely depressed and even worse disturbing side to me.

DISTURBING

I have been told I am scary ... freaking scary.

Yes.

That may be true.

Happiness to me is overcoming the struggle of madness.

My mind jumps like lightening.

Never consistent.

God being consistent would make me very happy.

I am never here...I am no longer here... I am over "there" some where over that hill...

I am never "here"... I am always over "there" on another planet mining corn flakes... talking to the roaches... climbing the empire state building on a cliff...

I am always dreaming but never doing.

Never do anything about it.

And then the struggle with reality begins again and I hit concrete.

And so not much gets done at all again... ever.. I hate my out of control imagination.

It is dangerous, but the scary part is... it is so hard to control.

It must be impossible.

I am never here.

Never.

I can be in a room filled with a 10 000 people and feel totally alone and be all alone on an island and happy like no other.
 
To me, happiness is not having a big worry in the back of your mind like a big dark cloud. i honestly cant remember if/when ive ever felt that kind of happiness. Luckily im pretty optimistic :)
 
Sometimes, for me, it's when I hit all the right notes in a big Solo I might be doing. Usually just for the neighbors, but what the heck.:D

I try for the lead guitar part in comfortably numb by Pink Floyd, the solo near the end when he lets loose on the guitar!!:) I rip it with my Sax!!:D
 
It is sometimes elusive, but more than not, it's right in front of you.

The grass IS always greener, but I'm allergic to grass and it makes my eyes itch. ;)

There is so much anger these days, I just wanted to see where the happiness is. :)

Thank you so much my friends.
 
Seeing my beautiful grandsons, who live out of state.

Seeing my beautiful daughter again...for the first time since our Mom/Grandma died in March. (EDIT: I actually forgot that my daughter and I hooked up in Palm Springs in May. I guess this year has been more overwhelming than I realized...forgetting seeing my daughter...I don't know what to say...)

Hearing the pitter-patter of my six rescued cats, and watching them play and lounge and act cute and lovable.

Sitting outside on my patio, looking at my yard filled with flowers and fruit trees--all year round--and being grateful I'm home in California .

Seeing the San Gabriel Mountains from my windows and yard every day.
 
I remember when cable tv finally hit my neighbourhood as a kid (ok i was maybe 16 lol) and my parents actually signed up for it!!! :D
 
Sunday morning. Backdoor to the yard is open, the sun is shining. Drinking coffee, fully enjoying the breakfast dear made for me (every single sunday morning since the day we met over eleven years ago), the radio is playing in the background competing with the birds singing outdoors. Dear, across the table, is reading me bits and pieces from the newspaper and online news.
Telling dear an anekdote of a thing that happened to my bro and me when we were young (he passed away 2 years ago). I found myself telling it laughing, having a happy memory of him instead of crying for one of the first times again.
Yeah. I'm happy.
 
Beautiful Kaat, looks like we're gona get that same sunshine today pal xx
My wee bro died 4+half years ago and some of the best conversations we have is with his friends or his kids when i tell them the funny storys from our past :):beer:
Thats what keeps a soul alive imo pal xx
 
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